Paulo Coelho Quotes

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

Love is nothing but a pain in the ass

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

Unrequited love's a bore.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

She didn't love me that much, but she moved in with me. That's a plus. And then one night, I caught her making out with another dude on the driveway. That's a minus.

I've been in love. It's painful and pointless and overrated.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

The worst thing a good girl could do to you is break your heart.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

Once apon a time, Ian's dark, dreamy eyes had made her melt inside. The angle of his head, the wrinkle in the left corner of his lip—they'd obsessed her. And he'd been obsessed right back. Now all Amy wanted to do was throw her shoe at the screen.

There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man who doesn't love you be one of them.

And with each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. And then I would remember I had a wife at home who loved me, or later that my wife had left me and I was terrirfied, or again later that I had a beautiful alcoholic girlfriend who would make me happy forever. But every time I entered the place there were veiled faces promising everything and then clarifying quickly into the dull, the usual, looking up at me and making the same mistake.

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.

Pain is love.

I'm at a point where I'm ready to settle down. Every girl I meet, though, something wrong happens, and I end up getting hurt.

I've had two terrific relationships, but both ended in marriage.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Unrequited love is always a great thing.